Depression Poems
#depression
Depression takes a person beyond feelings of sadness, to a very dark and lonely place. Poetry about depression offers the reader a glimpse into this darkness and isolation. Depression is a serious mental disorder. A creative outlet, like writing poetry, can offer relief to some sufferers.
ArnoMalan1
Arno
Arno
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:02pm
Yesterday 9:02pm
Inside
#dark
#depression
#SelfHarm #vulnerability
#SelfHarm #vulnerability
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:43pm
Yesterday 1:43pm
Downward Spiral
A problem you are
Don't taint me with your issues
You bring others down
Don't taint me with your issues
You bring others down
#depression
#FeelingTrapped
#senryu
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u53l355
Grifta
Grifta
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 7:03pm
6th Sep 2024 7:03pm
Senseless senses
Take away my eyes ;
There's no light inside of me.
Take away my hearing ;
My ear drums no longer resonate
Pluck each nerve from my body;
I thrive to feel something,
Please
Anything
other than me.
I've become so bitter as the years slowly catch up to the physical pain my body has endured over the years .
That God damn pain
The God damn years
The fucking art
This fucking lonliness
Atleast I am feeling something , even if it is regret and self pity .
-The Real Grifta
...
There's no light inside of me.
Take away my hearing ;
My ear drums no longer resonate
Pluck each nerve from my body;
I thrive to feel something,
Please
Anything
other than me.
I've become so bitter as the years slowly catch up to the physical pain my body has endured over the years .
That God damn pain
The God damn years
The fucking art
This fucking lonliness
Atleast I am feeling something , even if it is regret and self pity .
-The Real Grifta
...
#apathy
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeChangingMoment
#vulnerability
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AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 1:42pm
6th Sep 2024 1:42pm
Delete
voice
tells me
in a whisper
die
die
die
for the benefit
of all living beings
die
die
die
for your own good
delete
your programme
pull the plug
tells me
in a whisper
die
die
die
for the benefit
of all living beings
die
die
die
for your own good
delete
your programme
pull the plug
#apathy
#depression
#emptiness
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 11:26am
6th Sep 2024 11:26am
There's more to life then dying
She wants to kill herself
She wants to tell me all about it
She has been considering a few methods and would like to know what I think of them
She likes my work here on DUP and respects my opinion
She wants me to select the method I find the most fitting and she'll go for it that way
She says it would be an honor to be dispatched by me
I told her to go die....of old age
She wants to tell me all about it
She has been considering a few methods and would like to know what I think of them
She likes my work here on DUP and respects my opinion
She wants me to select the method I find the most fitting and she'll go for it that way
She says it would be an honor to be dispatched by me
I told her to go die....of old age
#depression
#motivational
#PowerOfWords #suicide
#PowerOfWords #suicide
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 9:07am
1st Sep 2024 9:07am
THE DARK SIDE
What does it mean to be trapped, inside a world 🌎 that you have no idea how you got there? Within this very space that is unfamiliar to you. YET there you are trapped, into this very remote world of nothing but darkness. 🤔 I know I haven't spoken on this subject in awhile, but I felt it very necessary to put it in it's right prospective. Maybe shine
some light on this message of mental health, which affects some of us in different ways. For sure there are those of us who suffer, just trying to make sense of it 😔 when we have good days and bad nights. Yet still...
some light on this message of mental health, which affects some of us in different ways. For sure there are those of us who suffer, just trying to make sense of it 😔 when we have good days and bad nights. Yet still...
#addiction
#anxiety
#bipolar
#depression
#illness
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6 Comments
Vortex32167
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 7:42pm
30th Aug 2024 7:42pm
When my mind starts to talk
Within a dark fortress, guarded by the damned, he lies in waiting. He’s watching my every move, I
hear his every word. I can’t hide from him, nor can I run. Because the dark fortress where he
reside is within my own mind, A fortress surrounded by prisons made of memories and
madness. Everywhere I turn I stumble and fall because of my own ignorance. I tried to ignore, I
tried to make it right. But you denied me, You tried to bury me as far and as deep as you could.
But to no avail. I bided my time, watched you wither away within your world of sorrow and...
hear his every word. I can’t hide from him, nor can I run. Because the dark fortress where he
reside is within my own mind, A fortress surrounded by prisons made of memories and
madness. Everywhere I turn I stumble and fall because of my own ignorance. I tried to ignore, I
tried to make it right. But you denied me, You tried to bury me as far and as deep as you could.
But to no avail. I bided my time, watched you wither away within your world of sorrow and...
#anxiety
#confusion
#depression
#emptiness
#MentalHealth
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6 Comments
gen5Switchy
Poem Published
29th Aug 2024 11:53am
29th Aug 2024 11:53am
October 18, 2023 10:42pm
With each long breathtaking moment it starts to get easier
With each night that passes I start to go a little deeper
I was never this typa person, but wait I’m lyin
U just never even realized, that inside I was dyin
Boys don’t cry, men don’t cry, but I cry every fuckin day
I go to work, come home, and just cut my pain away
If you had one day to live would you tell anyone ??
If you had one day to live would you pick up that gun ??
That razor, that knife, or even that rope
Could you really end it all and just give up on hope ??
When it’s all...
With each night that passes I start to go a little deeper
I was never this typa person, but wait I’m lyin
U just never even realized, that inside I was dyin
Boys don’t cry, men don’t cry, but I cry every fuckin day
I go to work, come home, and just cut my pain away
If you had one day to live would you tell anyone ??
If you had one day to live would you pick up that gun ??
That razor, that knife, or even that rope
Could you really end it all and just give up on hope ??
When it’s all...
#depression
#hurt
#suicide
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PoetSpeak
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 8:39am
27th Aug 2024 8:39am
Title, Poem, Refrain …
You always come back even though you never left
Heart
Irregular
3:30am love poem
Emotional
That’s the dreaded word
The audacity of wanting
I can’t sleep
Better to write
You think you’ll remember it in the morning
You won’t
You always come back but you never left
Great line
Went to take a leak
Did so
Got my phone
Writing this
Maybe I’ll sleep now
Maybe not
You always come back but you never left
The refrain
Poets are often song writers that never sing
Title ...
Heart
Irregular
3:30am love poem
Emotional
That’s the dreaded word
The audacity of wanting
I can’t sleep
Better to write
You think you’ll remember it in the morning
You won’t
You always come back but you never left
Great line
Went to take a leak
Did so
Got my phone
Writing this
Maybe I’ll sleep now
Maybe not
You always come back but you never left
The refrain
Poets are often song writers that never sing
Title ...
#crush
#depression
#emotions
#LifeAsAWriter
#lover
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toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 11:55pm
26th Aug 2024 11:55pm
house of empty women
(a work in progress)
All the women's lives were wasted. Sadness collected in the corners of their eyes. They could find nothing to do with themselves but clean for hours, then sit in faded armchairs, crying. Listening quietly to the ticking of the clocks, the slow rotting of their bones. The ineptitude of their frail, small bodies, all the dust constellations in the light fixtures they couldn't reach.
In silent houses, the women wait. For the water to boil, for the dinners to cook. For our husbands. We awaken to rooms scattered with debris. You can't get rid of the dust...
All the women's lives were wasted. Sadness collected in the corners of their eyes. They could find nothing to do with themselves but clean for hours, then sit in faded armchairs, crying. Listening quietly to the ticking of the clocks, the slow rotting of their bones. The ineptitude of their frail, small bodies, all the dust constellations in the light fixtures they couldn't reach.
In silent houses, the women wait. For the water to boil, for the dinners to cook. For our husbands. We awaken to rooms scattered with debris. You can't get rid of the dust...
#dark
#depression
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
25th Aug 2024 5:49am
25th Aug 2024 5:49am
aftermath
I feel everything too intensely
in the aftermath of grief
I'm an unexploded bomb
until I'm not
and then I'm hellfire
and resentment
and a lack of apologies
My doctor told me
to not cut people out
after I told him what I really want
is for everyone
to take their pushy sympathy
and fuck off
I've stopped answering phone calls
I've stopped replying to texts
I've allowed myself to see
two people this week
and they both twisted
long buried knives
I forgot I hadn't removed ...
in the aftermath of grief
I'm an unexploded bomb
until I'm not
and then I'm hellfire
and resentment
and a lack of apologies
My doctor told me
to not cut people out
after I told him what I really want
is for everyone
to take their pushy sympathy
and fuck off
I've stopped answering phone calls
I've stopped replying to texts
I've allowed myself to see
two people this week
and they both twisted
long buried knives
I forgot I hadn't removed ...
#death
#depression
#grief
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
25th Aug 2024 1:39am
25th Aug 2024 1:39am
stagnant hearts always turn to stone
I've convinced myself
there's nothing here
worth holding on to
and I've been waiting
for you to prove me right
So far
you don't dare to disappoint
I push through because
there is nothing else I can do
I have no one pick up the pieces
of the crumbling parts of me
and it's easier to push
the closeness of your face away
than let you see the real me
in this half light
Never mind that I want
you to push through
intuit the wrongness of this place
I want you to see me ...
there's nothing here
worth holding on to
and I've been waiting
for you to prove me right
So far
you don't dare to disappoint
I push through because
there is nothing else I can do
I have no one pick up the pieces
of the crumbling parts of me
and it's easier to push
the closeness of your face away
than let you see the real me
in this half light
Never mind that I want
you to push through
intuit the wrongness of this place
I want you to see me ...
#depression
#disappointment
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
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